“Sweet little words made for silenceNot talkYoung heart for loveNot heartacheDark hair for catching the windNot to veil the sight of a cold world

Kiss while your lips are still redWhile he`s still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand`s still without a toolDrown into eyes while they`re still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes backA passionate hour`s never a wasted oneThe violin, the poet`s hand,Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still redWhile he`s still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand`s still without a toolDrown into eyes while they`re still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawn”

Segue abaixo um vídeo onde ele fala por si mesmo – For English speakers: almost everything that´s written above (concerning professional Mick´s information) is said in the video below by Mick James himself: